Twisting up his face, Liam looked at Aziraphale long and hard before he shook his head. "None of this would have happened if it weren't for those bastards who took us in."

Truth be told, he was exasperated with Aziraphale. Not exactly angry or bitter, but the sort where Liam wasn't entirely sure what to do with the man. Begrudging people who didn't fight wasn't his style, but that didn't mean it wasn't frustrating when they felt bad for being themselves. If this were like old times, he would have disappeared from Aziraphale's view until he had a better idea of what course to take... but that was the entire problem now, wasn't it?

He took another sip of his drink before capping it and putting it away. "If you'll recall, we're both equal parts to blame for bringing it up, anyway."